Me - a basket player?

At school I had a teacher who loved basketball. She taught us how to play, and we practiced quite a lot. My dad who is a tall man also used to play basket. He had made a basket in a tree where I used to practice in the summer. At school I was the one who made the goals, despite my small size. I was actually the shortest and tiniest in my class. One of my friends who was much bigger used to dribble across the ground and then pass me so I could make the goal.

Since I made the goals, I started to believe I could play basket.

When we had moved to a new stage in another school, at one of those days where they whole school is doing different sport activities, I did choose to play basket. If the other girls in my class had been taller and bigger than me, the girls who played basket at this school were huge compared to me. They were older and much taller. My self confidence disappeared completely when everything was happening over my head. Since they didn't think I was useful to them they never passed me the ball! I hardly touched the ball during the game, and the few times I did, nothing good came out of it.

At that sport day I realized that basket was not my game. I knew I was completely useless without my friend who passed me and made it possible for me to make the goals.

Sometimes a specific talent has to be in the right environment in order to be beneficial, isn't that so? You just need to figure out what your talent is and in which environment it is most useful...